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A/N: First off, I want to say thanks to everyone who is still reading this little story. I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I had completely lost my writing drive and had no idea how to get it back. I stepped away for a little while, hoping that it would return, but sadly it didn't.

After months of no writing, suddenly this morning I was hit with the urge to write. WooHoo! So hopefully, barring all other things, this story will get completed. Also, when I lost my drive I think I lost my prereaders and beta. So please forgive any and all mistakes you may find.

When Bella's breathing evened out and I knew she was asleep, I carefully pulled my body from underneath hers. I gently laid her head down on her pillow and watched her.

Her silky brown hair fanned out around her as she smiled in her sleep. The moonlight that filtered in through the blinds cast a light around her face. I didn't need that light though to see what I was seeing.

She was completely and devastatingly beautiful. In all my years, all the places I had been I had never come across a person, vampire or human, as gorgeous as she was. And she had no idea how beautiful she was. Where most women tried to use their looks to their advantage, Bella never had.

I pulled the sheet up across her naked body before leaning down and picking up my discarded pants. After I pulled them on, I walked out of her bedroom and into the living room.

I walked over to the large bookshelf and ran my finger across the titles displayed. She had dozens of books that didn't seem to be organized in any type of manner. Romance, horror, mystery; it seemed that Bella enjoyed almost any type of literary substance. But I did notice that she evidently had a fondness for Austen.

Walking over to the mantle, I took in all the pictures she had out. There was one with her in her graduation gown that had evidently been taken at her high school graduation. Her arm was wrapped around an older woman that had to have been her mother.

There was another picture of Bella alone. She was sitting on the front door steps of a small yellow house. I recognized it as her father's home in Forks. The sunlight hit her hair just right in the photograph and you could see the red tint in it. Her smile was bright as she looked shyly at the camera.

But most of the photographs were of Bella and her father. I picked up one particular photograph and ran my finger across her face. I could tell she was a little younger in this one, but still just as breathtaking.

Her father stood beside her, a large fish in his hand. Bella had her arms wrapped around him as they both smiled widely at the camera.

"That's my dad," Bella said as she wrapped her arms around me from behind and peered over my shoulder. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Her blood still called to me, but right now she smelled like me.

I placed the picture back on the mantle and turned around to face her. She was wearing nothing but my shirt from earlier. Her long, pale legs were uncovered and I longed to wrap them around my waist as I drove into her over and over again. I needed to get my mind off of that track before I did exactly that.

"You two seem close," I commented as we moved over and sat down on the couch. I realized that the sun had come up in the time that I had been alone in her living room. I had no idea I had been there that long.

"He's all I have," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. "My mom and dad divorced when I as two and she took me with her. But I guess after a while, she got tired of me. She got tired of being a parent. So when I graduated high school, I asked her if I could live with Charlie for the summer, before college. At first I think she wanted to protest, but she finally gave in. I think it was the best thing she ever did for me."

"Do you still see your mom often?" I asked her, genuinely interested in what she had to say. It wasn't very often that a human intrigued me as much as Bella Swan did.

"I haven't spoken to her since I left. She hasn't bothered to call or email me and I haven't either. She's to wrapped up in her life to bother with me, so why should I bother her?"

Bella smiled sadly at me and I put my arm around her. Bella acted completely independent on the outside, but I could tell that her mother's actions had wounded her deeply. I couldn't imagine why this woman wouldn't want her daughter in her life, but I was thankful. If she hadn't moved in with Charlie, I doubt I would have gotten the chance to have her here with me.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I moved in with Charlie. Like I said, it was the best thing she could have done for me. But it would be nice to know she still cared about me and still thought about me from time to time."

After getting dressed and leaving Bella's apartment I made my way to my family's home. The whole drive over I began to panic. I hadn't erased myself from Bella's mind. I stayed the night with her and spent the morning talking with her. I had never been so enthralled with another person, human or vampire, in my entire life.

I was probably making a huge mistake, but I didn't care. I didn't want to give her up. She was mine and mine alone. I had no idea what I was doing though. I was being a complete idiot and should let her go. I should go back and erase myself from her mind. I should make it like I never existed for her.

When I pulled up into the drive-way at the house, Alice was sitting outside on the doorstep. She had seen me coming and wanted to talk.

"Don't panic, Edward," she told me as I sat down beside her. I laughed and then groaned, my hand fisted in my hair tightly.

"How can I not panic? I have no idea what I'm doing. I probably made a huge mistake this morning," I said. Alice put her arm around me and leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I don't think you made a mistake at all. I think you did a very good thing. A good thing for both you and Bella," Alice said in her all knowing voice. I looked up at her as she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

Alice completely believed in my actions. She said it was a good thing. I could only hope that Alice was right. She hadn't failed me yet, so hopefully this wouldn't be the first time.